Page 12 of My Cowboy Trouble (The Cowboy Romantic Comedies #1)

She kisses me back with the same intensity, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. When we break apart, we're both breathing hard.

"Upstairs," she says, and it's not a question. "Now."

She grabs my hand, then reaches for Gavin and Asher. "All of you."

We follow her up the stairs like we're in a trance. Like she's got us on invisible leashes. Maybe she does.

In the guest bedroom, she turns to face us, and there's something different about her. The nervousness from earlier is gone, replaced by determination and want.

"I need to know this is what you all want," she says. "Not just tonight. Not just because of the adrenaline and the beer. But really want."

"Kenzie—" Gavin starts.

"No." She holds up a hand. "I need to hear it. From all of you."

Gavin steps forward first, because of course he does. "I've wanted you since you stepped in that mud puddle looking like you were going to fight the entire ranch."

Asher's next. "Since you paid twelve dollars for arugula and didn't apologize for it."

They look at me. I should lie. Should protect myself. Instead: "Since you told me tyrants need coffee too."

She smiles, slow and dangerous. "Good. Because I've wanted all of you, and I'm tired of pretending otherwise."

She pulls Gavin down for a kiss that's all demand. I watch his hands slide into her hair, watch her press against him, and instead of jealousy, there's just heat. Want. Need.

"Don't just stand there," she says when she breaks away from Gavin, looking at me and Asher. "This doesn't work if you're just watching."

Asher laughs, low and rough. "Bossy."

"You have no idea." She pulls him in next. Watching them together, with Asher's hands on her waist, her fingers working at his shirt buttons, makes my blood run hot.

Then she's in front of me, eyes dark, cheeks flushed. "You sure about this, cowboy? Once we do this, we can't undo it."

"I know."

"Do you?" She steps closer, her hands flat on my chest. "Because tomorrow, you're going to wake up and remember all the reasons this is complicated. "

"Tomorrow's problem," I tell her, pulling her against me. "Tonight, you're ours."

"Wrong." She grins against my mouth. "Tonight, you're mine. All of you."

"Ground rules," she announces, pulling her tank top over her head in one smooth motion. The lacy bra underneath is completely impractical for ranch work, which means she wore it on purpose. For this. "No jealousy. No weirdness. And definitely no treating me like I'm fragile."

"You? Fragile?" Gavin laughs, already shirtless because of course he is. "Princess, you just rode a horse like you were trying to break it and it was trying to break you."

"And I stayed on," she reminds him, working on his belt buckle with surprising efficiency. "Barely, but it counts."

Asher moves behind her, his hands skimming her sides. "You like being in charge, don't you?" he asks, his voice slow and thick.

"Is that a problem?" She leans back against him while still undoing Gavin's belt, multitasking like she's orchestrating a business merger instead of... this.

"Not even a little," Asher murmurs against her neck, and I watch her shiver. His hands move to the clasp of her bra, and she arches to give him better access.

She turns to look at me. "You're overthinking things. I can see it on your face."

"I'm not?—"

"Your jaw is doing that thing." She leaves Gavin and Asher and walks over to me, now in just her jeans and nothing else up top, her perky breasts swinging as she walks.

The sight of her makes my mouth go dry and all I can think is to get my hands on her. So I do, cupping her tits to take stock of their perfect shape.

She watches me marvel over her. "Stop planning and analyzing and just... feel."

"I don't know how to just feel," I respond, although I'm pretty goddamn close to losing my mind.

"Then I'll teach you." She starts unbuttoning my shirt, taking her time, her knuckles brushing against my chest with each button. "Lesson one—stop thinking about tomorrow."

"Easier said than done."

"Most things are." My shirt hits the floor. She runs her hands over my chest, nails dragging lightly. "Lesson two—trust me."

"I barely know you."

She grins. "You know I can't rope for shit. You know I talk to horses. You know I organize things when I'm stressed." Her hands move to my belt. "And you know I don't do anything halfway."

Gavin appears beside us, now completely naked and completely comfortable with it, pressing his erection against her back. "She's got a point, boss. When has she ever half-assed anything?"

"Including this," Asher adds, joining us, his shirt gone and his hands sliding around her waist from the side. "Look at her. She's running this like a CEO."

"A very naked CEO," Kenzie corrects, shimmying out of her jeans. "Or about to be. Little help?"

The next few minutes are a tangle of hands and mouths and what's left of our clothes hitting the floor. She directs us like a conductor with an orchestra, telling us exactly what she wants and when she wants it. Her confidence is intoxicating—there's no shyness, no hesitation, just pure want.

"Gavin, bed. Now." She points. "On your back."

"Yes, ma'am." He grins and complies, all golden skin and cowboy swagger even horizontal.

She climbs onto the bed, straddling him, then looks back at me and Asher. "Well? This is a group project, gentlemen."

"Did she just call us a group project, Trent?" Asher asks me.

"I think she did, Asher."

"Hot."

"You two can discuss it, or you can get over here," she says, then gasps as Gavin does something with his hands that makes her back arch. "Fuck, okay, that's... do that again."

Watching her with Gavin should feel wrong.

Should make me want to pull her away, claim her for myself.

Instead, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

The way she moves above him, the sounds she makes, the way Gavin watches her like she's a miracle.

His hands span her waist, guiding her rhythm, and she throws her head back, hair cascading down her back.

Asher joins them on the bed, his mouth finding her neck, her shoulder, anywhere he can reach. His hands tangle with Gavin's at her hips, and instead of competing, they're working together, reading her responses, adjusting to what makes her gasp and moan.

She reaches for me, pulling me close enough to kiss, and the taste of her mixed with the sight of them is almost too much. Her tongue traces my lips, demanding entry, demanding everything.

"Still overthinking?" she asks against my mouth, breathless.

"No."

"Liar." But she's smiling. "Gavin, switch."

They move with surprising coordination, and then Asher's under her, his hands gripping her hips as she sets the pace. Gavin's beside them now, his mouth on her breast, and the sound she makes goes straight through me.

"Trent." She looks at me, eyes dark and wanting. "Stop watching and start participating."

"I'm participating."

"Barely." She reaches for me again, pulling me onto the bed. "I want all of you. At once. Think you can handle that?"

"Can you?" Gavin challenges, his hand tangling in her hair .

She grins, that sharp, dangerous smile that means trouble. "Only one way to find out."

She takes control completely, positioning us where she wants us, when she wants us. It should be awkward, figuring out the logistics of four people, but somehow she makes it work. Makes it fucking hot.

"Asher, here," she directs, raising her ass in the air so he can take her from behind. "Gavin, will you rub me… here? Yes, just like that."

I watch her face as she loses herself in sensation, the way her eyes flutter closed, then snap open to look at one of us with intense focus.

The way she bites her lip when something feels particularly good, then releases it to give more instructions.

She's beautiful like this, uninhibited and demanding.

"Trent, I need you closer," she says, pulling me in. "Want to feel you."

I move in front of her and offer my cock. As she takes it into her mouth, my hands find her breasts again, and she arches, bouncing back and forth between Asher and me.

"God, yes," she breathes when she releases me. "Just like that."

Gavin's beside us, his mouth on her neck, her shoulder, whispering things in her ear that make her laugh, then moan. The heat of so many bodies, the tangle of limbs, the sounds she's making—it's awesome in the best way.

"You're all so different," she gasps, her hand reaching back to tangle in my hair. "Gavin's all fire and showing off, Asher's slow and deliberate, and Trent..." She looks at me. "You're intense. Controlled. Until you're not."

"Is that a challenge?" I ask.

"Everything's a challenge with me. Haven't you figured that out yet?"

I pinch her nipples hard, and she cries out, her whole body shuddering. Asher groans behind her, and Gavin's hand grips her hair, pulling her head back.

"Fuck, me," she demands.

Asher drives deep inside her one more time, and she comes apart, taking him with her. But she's not done. Not even close.

"Switch," she commands, though her voice is shaky now. "Trent..."

Asher pulls out and Kenzie pulls me down onto the bed, pushing me onto my back with surprising strength. "My turn to drive you crazy."

She lowers herself onto my aching cock, her whole body focused on destroying me while Gavin and Asher worship the rest of her. Every time I think I've figured out the rhythm, she changes it, keeps us guessing, keeps us focused entirely on her.

"God, you're all so..." she gasps, then laughs breathlessly. "I had a really witty comment but I can't remember words right now."

"That's a first," Gavin says against her hip .

"Shut up and kiss me," she fires back, then moans when he does exactly that.

Asher's watching her with dark eyes, his hands never stopping their exploration. "You're incredible," he tells her.

"I know," she says, but her voice breaks on the words as I find a particularly sensitive spot. "Fuck, Trent, do that again."

I do, and she throws her head back, her fingers flying to her clit as I piston her. I watch her come apart a second time, trembling. But she's still not done, still directing us, still demanding more.

"All of you," she says, pulling us together. "Want to feel all of you when I..."

She positions us exactly how she wants us—me still beneath her, Gavin and Asher on either side, all of us touching her, pleasuring her, worshipping her like she deserves. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, breathless moans, and her voice telling us exactly what she needs.

"There, right there," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

We don't. We work together, taking cues from each other and from her responses, until she's crying out, her body going rigid, then boneless, taking all of us over the edge with her in a chain reaction of pleasure and heat.

When we finally collapse in a tangle of limbs and satisfaction, she's in the middle, breathing hard and looking thoroughly pleased with herself. Her hair is a mess, her lips swollen from kissing, and there are marks on her skin from our mouths and hands. Goddamn beautiful.

"So," she says, still catching her breath. "That happened."

"That definitely happened," Gavin agrees, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"Multiple times," Asher adds with a satisfied grin.

"Any regrets?" I ask, because someone has to.

She turns to look at me, something soft in her eyes. "Ask me tomorrow when my legs work again, Trent."

I pull her closer, because I can. Because she's here and warm and real. "Tomorrow's problem, remember?"

She smiles, tracing patterns on my chest. "You're learning."

"I had a good teacher."

"The best," she agrees, then yawns. "But even the best teachers need sleep. You three wore me out."

"Other way around, princess," Gavin mumbles, already half asleep, his arm draped possessively over her waist.

She laughs, soft and content, and burrows deeper into the pile of us. Asher spoons her from behind, and I can feel when his breathing evens out into sleep.

"Hey, Trent?" she whispers in the darkness.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For coming to the rodeo. "

"Thank you ," I tell her, meaning it more than she knows.

"For what?"

All kinds of reasons course through my thoughts. For making me feel alive again. For making me want something beyond the ranch. For making me forget, even for just tonight, all the reasons I can't have this.

"For not giving up on that horse," I say instead.

She laughs quietly. "I told you. I don't lose."

"No," I agree, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You don't."

"Night, cowboys," she murmurs, already drifting off.

"Night, city girl," I whisper back.

Minutes later, Kenzie's sound asleep, snoring like a girl, curled between us like she belongs here. Like this is normal. Like we haven't just complicated everything beyond recognition.

"Think she'll stay?" Asher asks quietly.

"No," I say, because someone has to be realistic.

"Maybe," Gavin says, because he's always been an optimist.

But as I lie there, listening to her breathe, feeling her warm against my side, I let myself imagine what it would be like if she did. If this became real instead of temporary. If twenty-three days could somehow become forever.

It's a dangerous thought.

It's also the only thought I have until I finally fall asleep, her hand in mine, pretending tomorrow won't come.